Poetry That Takes a Front Seat

psychedelic redneck by DB Cox

aging without grace
wearing his hat
pulled low over one eye
splitting the world in half
maintaining his spot
on the statistical fringe
fiddle-fucking with the envelope
of the psychiatric bell curve
pondering his lost investment
in paradise
old lies falling away
with every day that passes
caught between
walls of sameness
a whiskey wilderness
inhabited by
alcoholics
blood-bank whores
would-be motorcycle misfits
lonely war veterans
replaying tales
of rockets red glare
bombs bursting in air
& one graying blues man
loitering in the shadows
reeling under the weight
of too much input
looking for the hush
at the center
of the honky tonk universe

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DB Cox is a blues musician/writer from South Carolina. He can often be found in the early-morning hours bent over a Fender Stratocaster guitar in roadhouses, honky tonks, and juke joints throughout the south. His poems and short stories have been published extensively in the small press in the US and abroad. He has published five books of poetry. His first chapbook, entitled “Passing For Blue”, was published by Rank Stranger Press. Two other chapbooks, “Lowdown” and “Ordinary Sorrows”, were published by Pudding House Publications. Main Street Rag published his first full-length collection, entitled “Empty Frames.” A new chapbook called “Nightwatch” has just been released by Pudding House Publications.

Hey, Don, this ol’ redneck yankee’s older than you were when I first met ya on Mission Hill, a lifetime ago. I hope you’re doin’ alright. If ya feel like it, I’d sure love t’ hear from ya,man. I haven’t been able t’ wish you a Happy Veteran’s Day in years now – an’ that ain’t right ! I’m still at the other end of that same ol’ phone line (781) 322- 0256 …Every now and then I know it’s kinda hard to tell, but m still alive and welI. Blues Boy